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The poet of great love then looked towards the three priests.
She walked to the three sides of them, entered their dreams one by one, and soon woke them all up quickly.
All three of them looked frightened, then ashamed, they bowed and apologized to the great poet.
"Everyone learns things in their turn, and everyone specializes in their skills. You just need to remember this valuable experience and understand your own weaknesses. Don't blame yourself."
The poet of great love raised his hand indifferently.
"Thank you, sir."
The Tyrant Priest bowed respectfully to the Great Love Poet again.
The poet of great love looked at Hyperion who had been trapped in a dream for a long time and had not left.
In fact, Lan Qi can wake up Hyperion very quickly.
But as long as there is no danger to her life, let Hyperion rest for a while.
She had certainly had a hard time since her father's disappearance for so long.
"Although reality may be cruel to you, I will try my best to make it a better place for you."
The great poet of love muttered to himself, standing next to Hyperion and closing his eyes.
……
As the sun sets over the Kingdom of Hutton, the light shines through the thin clouds and onto the slowly moving sightseeing train.
This magic rail train travels through the heart of the Kingdom of Hutton, connecting the capital with the border, humanity with nature.
Every detail of the wooden paneling and carvings inside the carriage reveals a light-toned and bright style that is completely different from the Northern Continent.
The scenery outside the window unfolds like a picture scroll, with green fields, ancient villages dotted among them, occasional vineyards and ancient castles.
The passengers in the car either quietly admired the scenery outside the window or chatted in low voices, enjoying this leisurely journey. The afternoon air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee and red wine, accompanied by the slight sound of train tracks, peaceful and leisurely.
In the window seat, an ordinary couple sat facing each other across the wooden table, and a young girl sat on the wife's side.
They looked like an ordinary family traveling this weekend.
The girl looked a little sleepy, half asleep, nestled against her mother's side.
"Mother."
Hyperion hugged Ifatia's arms tightly, called her name once and said nothing more, not letting go for a long time.
"what happened?"
Ifatia asked softly.
Hyperion shook her head and said nothing.
But he didn't let go.
The feeling of her mother's presence beside her reminded Hyperion of the kind gray-haired lady in her dream she couldn't remember.
She would protect herself from the killer and cover herself with a blanket on a cold night.
But that nightmare was bizarre and terrifying, my father actually disappeared.
How could her father, whom she had always believed to be so powerful that there was no possibility of him being defeated, disappear out of thin air?
The dream was indeed absurd.
"Father, will you lose?"
Hyperion raised her eyes and looked at the figure sitting by the window opposite.
"will not."
Duke Migaia still stared at the book in his hands and answered with certainty.
Hyperion looked at the reassuring black-haired figure of Duke Migaia sitting opposite her, which reminded her of a person in her dream.
Despite the completely different temperament, that person seemed to fill the uneasiness in her heart and prevented her from feeling that the dream was a complete nightmare.
"Huberlian."
Her thoughts were lingering in her mind when suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts.
Hyperion looked in the direction of the voice and found that on the train, a young man with black hair and green eyes was sitting on the seat on the other side, with an aisle between them.
It seemed as if I had not noticed this passenger before.
And he was staring at himself.
Hyperion met his gaze.
"Excuse me……?"
"Huprienne, it's time to wake up."
The young man said softly, like a mother waking up her child early in the morning, with a bit of unbearability in her voice.
"who are you?"
Hyperion asked confused.
"I am your partner."
The boy answered.
"What does it mean to wake up?"
Hyperion's eyes were confused. She always felt that the conversation with this black-haired, green-eyed boy made her forgotten memories revive uncontrollably.
"It means you have to leave this dream world with me."
The young man remained patient.
"...?"
Hyperion was stunned.
"No, no matter what, let me take one more look, just one more look."
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and like a child who stayed in bed, she wanted to indulge herself for a second longer.
"call……"
Lanqi lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that Hyperion would sink so deeply into the magic of [Falling Tenderness].
If possible, he also hoped that Hyperion could have a sweet dream instead of being awakened by nightmares at night.
But he couldn't leave Hyperion alone with this dangerous magic, which was essentially a killing magic.
"Huprienne, sometimes it seems like just a slight hesitation, but in fact it will be delayed indefinitely until you simply give up."
The black-haired, green-eyed boy spoke slowly, not seeming to mind Hyperion's behavior, and even understood her.
"But if we don't set sail now, we'll never be able to set sail, so trust me and go."
His voice was even, and he stared at Hyperion.
It seemed as if he was ready to take her on a magical journey, or perhaps this was a promise that had already been fulfilled.
this moment.
The sky outside the car window was gradually turning into a sunset, and was dyed with a golden pink, which seemed to be the color of a dazzling morning.
Hyperion stared blankly at the boy and the light behind him.
The sweet world gradually melts away, the heartbeat echoes in the sky, repeating in an instant, guiding the dream that cannot be awakened.
Hyperion listened to the clear sound of her own heartbeat and opened her eyes.
She returned to the negative fourth floor of Helrom Prison.
In front of her was still the man with black hair and green eyes, smiling at her just like in the dream.
"Welcome back."
The black-haired, green-eyed poet of great love greeted her as always.
"Well, thank you for always finding me."
Hyperion nodded seriously, with a hint of a smile on her face.
The poet of love was slightly stunned. In his impression, Hyperion seldom smiled, and her smile at this moment was a little different from usual.
"By the way, where's the warden?"
Hyperion looked around, then at the bracelet, and asked curiously.
She found that the three resurrected priests had already woken up.
A lot of time should have passed since I arrived at the negative fourth floor, and the warden has not shown up, but the information on the bracelet shows that I have received a pass from the warden.
What exactly happened when she was dreaming?
"The warden is very nice and will give us a special rating, so don't worry."
The poet of great love smiled proudly and said,
"Next, let's go and visit the big demon with peace of mind. The big demon on this level is the guardian Antanas you are looking for."
"?"
Hyperion frowned.
She didn't know what happened on this level of prison while she was dreaming.
But it seemed like she was enjoying it, and while she was enjoying it, Lanqi had done everything for her?
She now has some doubts as to whether she is the protagonist in a novel or a story, and Lanqi is her invincible cheat?
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Chapter 410: Lanqi's Great Demonic Mark
The entrance hall on the fourth floor below ground in the prison. After waking up and looking around, you will find that it is larger and darker than the teleportation hall on the first floor below ground.
The walls of the rotunda were decorated with some chilling reliefs, completely in the style of the demon world, embedded with dim lights, providing only minimal lighting, making the entire space shrouded in a hazy light and shadow.